บท 888: Iron Blood!

As a 14-year-old Heaven Rank girl, everyone looked at Beiting Huang differently. There was only such a genius like the Ninth Young Master of the Beiting Family, so which reclusive family had produced this monster?

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body. It could only mean that this girl had a spiritual artifact treasure that concealed her strength.

Yan Ye didn't know what to say when he saw Beiting Huang taking advantage of Qing Xi and grabbing her butt. Wasn't this little thing a little too much? Did she like both men and women?

Ever since Qing Xi pointed her sword at Beiting Huang, he had been squeezing the wine glass in his hand. Beiting Huang was playing around, but he could not do the same. He was even more nervous than when he was facing a great enemy. How could he allow his woman to be hurt at all?

"Bastards, what are you trying to do?"